Michael Gove, Unicorns and Shit.

God, my poetry's either taken a turn for the worst, or its become beautiful. I'd like to think the latter of the two.

Submitted:Mar 12, 2013
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The days haunt me And my nightmares about you Are the only things
keeping me Sane. Sometimes I wish That I could I don't know. Cut
both of my hands off. Just so I didn't feel the need to Touch you
And mentally undress you Every time you walk past. Because I'm
pretty sure if I had No hands, That would prove itself to be a
pretty Difficult task. But I can't. Because this 'selfish' God Gave
us two hands. Fuck. Two hands. I can't cut my hands off because I
have Two hands, And if I were to use my right hand to cut off my
left hand How would I cut off my right hand? Gee. Thanks a lot,
God. Love sucks. Literally if you're a lesbian. This is your fault
That I'm constantly frowning. I feel peer pressured into smiling, I
think I need counselling. Peer pressured, is that even a thing any
more? When I told my mum this she said 'if your friends were
Laughing and Playing and Bitching on their unicorns About how great
Michael Gove is And how many rainbows they shat out Last night,
Would you do it too?' Well no mum, Michael Gove is a cunt, What?
No, I wouldn't. But I would jump off a bridge And on the way down
Say Everything's gonna be okay Everything's gonna be okay
Everything's gonna -splat. Yes, I just metaphorically killed myself
For you. They should have never taught us That what doesn't kill
you makes you stronger, Because it doesn't. It makes you think
about stuff.